Chapters:

Being a teenager is no walk in the park. Trust
me I know. I am a teenager. I am sixteen. I know being a teenager
is hard because puberty hits you like a freight train and your
hormones make you a walking horn dog. But for me life is tougher.
My life is ticking like a time bomb and I have no idea when my
bomb is going to blow.

***

"Charlie! Stop it!" I squealed.

"Haha. Alright. I will stop. Only for you!" he
jokingly said. Charlie is my boyfriend of two months. I think I
love him. And he is suppose to be taking me to our Junior
prom.

"Maddie it is time for Charlie to go home. You
have a doctor's appointment early tomorrow, remember?" my father
shouted from the stairs.

"Okay dad." I replied.

"I love you babe." Charlie said as he did a
peck on my lips.

I gave him a hug. "I love you too. I will see
you tomorrow." I smiled as he exited my room

***

I woke up at 5:15 in the morning to get ready
for my doctor's appointment. I woke up with a major headache. I
also had a hard time walking to the bathroom. I got in the shower
and felt dizzy. I think it was just my headache making it hard to
do activities. I got done with getting ready by 6:45 in the
morning. By 7 I was waiting in the waiting room at the doctor's
office. Reading a magazine. Reading articles about Lady Gaga,
Lindsay Lohan, and One Direction.

A woman in hot pink scrubs call my name.
"Maddie Magic?"

I stood up and walked over and told her "That's
me."

She did the normal stuff. "How are you?" and
"Boy you grown up from the last time I have seen
you!"

She weighed me and asked me some questions.
"Doctor Jepsen will be with you shortly."

"Fantastic." I said inside my
head.

Time passes slowly. Minutes feel like hours. I
can hear each tick the second hand makes. Tick. Tick.
Tick.

The doctor finally came in. "What are you in
here for?" he asked me.

I reply "I am here to find out what is causing
my migrains. It happens almost every morning."

The doctor takes an x-ray of my head. I hear
the machine taking the photos of my head. Click. Click. The
doctor leads me back to his waiting room. I sit in there looking
around the room. Waiting for him to tell me what is wrong and how
he can fix it.

I see posters of soon to be mothers and obese
people. I read the posters like ten times before the doctor even
shows up.

He opens up the door and is face does not look
good.

"Is everything alright?" I asked
worriedly.

"There is no easy way to say this" he told me.
"I checked your x-rays and well it seems like you have stage two
of ependymoma."

I give the doctor a puzzled look. "Can you put
that in simple terms? As you can see I did not go to Harvard for
medical school."

"It means you are in the second stage of cancer
in your brain."

After he told me the news his mouth kept moving
but nothing was coming out.

***

I am shocked. I do not even remember driving to
school. How am I going to tell Charlie and my family about my
about my cancer. I feel ashamed and pissed off. I walk into the
locker room and stare into the mirror. As I stare I feel hot
water fall from my eyes. I hear noises behind me. I turned around
and noticed that I was in the guy's locker room. Really? Can this
day get any worse!? I run out of the men's locker room. I pull
out my cell phone and sent a massive text to Charlie and my
family. "I found out what is wrong with me. We need to talk about
this after school."